A/N: Done for a challenge,
but I failed. It's missing almost half of the requirements....

I'm also kind of upset
with how this turned out. It needs some serious improvement, in my
mind and seems kind of thrown together.

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There were times when
Gokudera wanted to kill Lambo, and then there were times when he
really wanted to kill
the little idiot.

This was one of those
times.

"Hey cool! So this
is what you're going to look like when you're
older!" An annoyingly familiar voice stated from somewhere to
his left, leaving the man no choice but to follow the sound to its
owner.

(I'm going to kill that
bratt,) he declared to himself as his eyes came to land on the one
person that Gokudera had desperately wished to not
see upon his return to the past. (And so, of
course, he's the first.)

"Do you always were a
suit though?" Yamamoto Takeshi, or rather a younger version of
him, asked, tilting his head slightly as his eyes flitted up and down
the man's profile. "Because I remember that Sasagawa-san and
Hibari-san always wore them when we were in the future except when
Hibari-san sometimes wore a kimono...."

"I was in the middle
of something," Gokudera replied, partialy in an attempt to
explain himself but mostly just to try and get the idiot to shut his
godammed mouth.

It worked.

For like two seconds.

"In the middle of
what?" Yamamoto asked. "A mission or something?" His
eyes grew slightly alarmed. "Wait so you were in the middle of a
mission and now Gokudera, er, the younger one is possibly in danger?"

Gokudera sighed. "I
never said that, idiot," he replied, rolling his eyes at the
boy's stupidity. "And it wasn't a mission, it was a wedding,
which is probably just as bad now that I think about it...."

"Wedding?" the
boy blinked a few times rapidly. "Who's?"

"Uh...."
Gokudera opened and closed his mouth a few times, squinting slightly
in thought. "I'm not sure."

Yamamoto gave him a funny
look. "Huh?"

"It's right there
just out of reach," the man was grumbling. "Why the hell
can't I-? Damn, no wonder Lambo hates timetravel so much..."

"Maybe it's better if
I don't know. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

"It's not much of a
surprise," Gokudera muttered causing the younger boy to give him
a confused look. "Nothing. Nevermind."

"Oh well,"
Yamamoto replied, giving a shrug and grinning up at him. "I was
actually in the middle of training, if you wanna just wait out the
rest of your five minutes?"

Gokudera shrugged and
moved to lean against the fence surrounding the Yamamoto family's
backyard.

A few moments passed
before Gokudera felt the urge to make small talk. "So, uh, how's
your mom?" he asked, then cursed himself out a moment later
because that hadn't
happened yet.

And there was Yamamoto was
giving him that wierd look again. "I...live with my dad. You
know that..."

"Right right,"
he ammended quickly, feeling like a total ass. "I meant your
dad. How is your dad?"

"He's fine."

Silence again. Gokudera
glanced around, feeling horribly out of place. It hadn't been this
hard to talk to Yamamoto since....

Since.....

He promptly turned a
furious shade of red and vowed to kick Lambo's ass when he got back.
Or now. Whenever worked fine for him.

"Where's the bratt?"

"Huh?" Yamamoto
asked, turning to give him a confused look.

"The idiot cow.
Lambo. Where is he?"

"Probably at Tsuna's.
Why?"

"Because I wanted to
kill him for," he pulled up short. "Wait. He's not here?"

"No."

"Then why am I here?"
Gokudera asked. "The bazooka-"

"Oh!" Yamamoto
grinned widely, gesturing to something sitting off to the side which
happened to be the Bovino family's famous bazooka, leaning innocently
against the fence. "Because I wanted to see what you looked like
in the future."

Crickets chirped in the
background. Gokudera counted backwards from ten in his head.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"
He yelled, with only half of the hostility that his younger self was
probably going to give the boy.

"Well, you, you're
younger self, got to see me in the future, so I wanted to see you,"
the boy explained, still smiling in that idiotic way (and not looking
the least bit remorseful, the bomber noted) that always made Gokudera
want to punch him in the nose and kiss him at the same time. It was
very disconcerting at times.

Especially since right now
the kid was a minor. Even if his older self and him were
technically....

"You-" Gokudera
grumbled, shaking his head as he tried to reign in all of his
emotions. "You are....an idiot. Seriously. A total and complete
idiot." He shook his head. "You are so lucky that I love
you or I'd have killed you a long time ago, Takeshi."

"What?!" he
heard the younger Yamamoto yelp as his eyes went very wide and
Gokudera had just enough time to mutter a quick curse before he felt
the pull behind his navel and found himself sucked in a pink tunnel
and spat out back in his own time.

"Oh good," a
familiar voice stated from directly in front of him. Gokudera opened
his eyes to see Yamamoto, the older Yamamoto, his Yamamoto, grinning
at him in that same familiar manner. "You're back. We were
having trouble hiding the wedding from your younger self. He's going
to be pretty pissed."

"You're younger
self'll be there to keep him from doing anything too rash,"
Gokudera replied with a sigh as he wondered how much damage his idle
comment might have caused, even as he found himself being led back
into the church just as a happily beaming Chrome Dokuro took the hand
of an equally happy but more stoic-looking Hibari Kyouya.

Meanwhile back in the
past, a seventeen-year-old Yamamoto was smiling at a same age
Gokudera as the other boy ranted at him about being left out of
things.

And somewhere in the back
of his head, an idea had begun to form.

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